I lost my beloved husband 10 weeks ago. Is it really just weeks? It feels so long ago that I held him.
I currently have his ashes in a scatter tube in the house as Covid restrictions mean I am unable to take them to the sea and scatter them in honour of the service Mark gave as a Royal Navy Submariner ...
But, a small part of his ashes will be with me forever in the two jewellery pieces and the glass keepsake I have had made. For me, it is comforting to be able to feel and see something, even if it is in reality just a minuscule part of him.
I wish so much that my husband was here, I think of all the things I would say, the extra hugs I would give him. I struggle to believe he is really gone, he's not coming home EVER.
The little keepsakes give me some comfort... but it's my precious memories that are what keep me going.
